Homeboy Sandman - 1, 2, 3 lyrics
[Homeboy Sandman - 1, 2, 3 lyrics]
As easy as one two three
Boy Sand coming around with new heat
And gal head turning around like "who he?"
Street don't want him around he too deep
The deep don't want him around, he too street
I act unruly and ruin the routine
I'll lace you up yo really
And truly it's my treat
When I get back there's no one
That's sitting in my seat
I laugh so hard I swear I'll
Start splitting at my seams fuck finding
I get followed by women of my dreams
You won't find neither Zeus
Or Apollo defying me
A point to stay on point like
The top of a pine tree
Out at the PR parade where
I'm raiding the panty
Hopping out I leave a crater
I cave in the concrete
Backed by Spinna the creator
My cipher is complete
Double trouble I'm both humble
And guilty of conceit
Even wild as I be rhyming
My timing is on beat
Public agent with a gauge that
Is never upon "E"
It is more than entertainment when
Satan or God speaks
So regardless of conditions I'm
Wishing you Godspeed
Nonetheless I brought the A-1 for
People who got beef
This is not about the payroll
My people I got peace
I be running with a label
For people that got dreams
What I'm bringing to the
Table ridiculous irie
I'm a legend not a fable
That's putting it mildly
And been vegan but they never
Stopped calling me Big Cheese
And I'm uncut but you won't
Come across any dick cheese
I ain't worried 'bout no problems
I solve em like mysteries
Everything that y'all debating is
Made up like history
I come out before my set
It don't ruin my mystique
I was never squeaky clean not
Since I was pip-squeak
Biting's always been forbidden when
Spitting a 16
I been known for getting buns on 176th street
Damn, I said "street" before
Boy Sand coming around with new heat
And gal head turning around like "who he?"
Street don't want him around he too deep
The deep don't want him around, he too street
I act unruly and ruin the routine
I'll lace you up yo really
And truly it's my treat
When I get back there's no one
That's sitting in my seat
I laugh so hard I swear I'll
Start splitting at my seams fuck finding
I get followed by women of my dreams
You won't find neither Zeus
Or Apollo defying me
A point to stay on point like
The top of a pine tree
Out at the PR parade where
I'm raiding the panty
Hopping out I leave a crater
I cave in the concrete
Backed by Spinna the creator
My cipher is complete
Double trouble I'm both humble
And guilty of conceit
Even wild as I be rhyming
My timing is on beat
Public agent with a gauge that
Is never upon "E"
It is more than entertainment when
Satan or God speaks
So regardless of conditions I'm
Wishing you Godspeed
Nonetheless I brought the A-1 for
People who got beef
This is not about the payroll
My people I got peace
I be running with a label
For people that got dreams
What I'm bringing to the
Table ridiculous irie
I'm a legend not a fable
That's putting it mildly
And been vegan but they never
Stopped calling me Big Cheese
And I'm uncut but you won't
Come across any dick cheese
I ain't worried 'bout no problems
I solve em like mysteries
Everything that y'all debating is
Made up like history
I come out before my set
It don't ruin my mystique
I was never squeaky clean not
Since I was pip-squeak
Biting's always been forbidden when
Spitting a 16
I been known for getting buns on 176th street
Damn, I said "street" before